Untitled : A Blueface Story

Chapter Eleven

Blueface's POV

The flashing lights, the loud music, and the bitches were keeping my night alive in the hottest club in Atlanta, Compound. I was here with my niggas and Krystal, but Krystal went to dance around with Shay, so I was in the VIP section smoking my blunt, observing the area. Most importantly, observing Krystal. I spotted her near the middle with a bunch of other bitches, but the way she moved her petite figure to the beat was turning a nigga on, and none of them other hoes mattered. I was determined to feel her again, in every way possible.

I'm not gonna sit here and lie, Krystal had a nigga hella sprung. I never send out good morning texts, but somehow she gets them. Every. Single. Morning. She's different from the other hoes I usually mess with, she's chill and down to earth. She's not the type to search for clout, I can respect her and my baby mother for that.

Watching Krystal have fun reminded me a lot of my baby mother actually, and I realized the females I date are different from the ones I end up fucking, except for Krystal. We not dating yet, but we exclusive. She don't know that yet though. I feel like it's been too soon to even bring that up, and we still have a lot of shit to work out, and with me being on tour, I can't be here with her as much as I want. If I could take her ass away from college and take her on tour with me, I would, but she ain't going for that.

After the song switched from Tempo to Privacy, Krystal walked- well drunkly stumbled over to me in the VIP section. Seeing her in this cropped V-neck and denim shorts wasn't helping the boner I had in my pants, and I was honestly ready to skip the club and go back to my hotel with her.

"Blueeeeee," She dragged out, "Come dance with meeeee." She begged, tugging on my arm in the direction of the dance floor.

"Hell nah, you'on wanna see me on the dance floor." I joked, laughing and sitting down at a table. I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her on her neck to give her the hint of what I was trying to do.

She knew what the fuck I wanted, and she knew what I was trying to do. She decided to grind on my shit to the beat of Chris Brown, placing her hands on her knees. I grabbed her waist with one hand and gripped her ass with my other. After awhile, I felt hella flashes on us, and I knew Krystal was too drunk too care so in respect for her, I raised her up by wrapping my arms around her waist and swung her to the side, hiding her face by kissing her all over it.

She was a giggling mess and had no idea what was going on, so I decided two hours in a club was long enough for her, so I was gonna take her back to her dorm. I tried standing up with her, but it didn't work, so I threw her over my shoulder and walked out the back, getting into the car. I had a driver tonight because I knew I'd probably get fucked up and she would too.

When we settled inside the car in the backseat, I gave the driver directions to her dorm and he started on the 20 minute drive there. Krystal was still drunk as hell, giggling and playing with my chains. Shit was cute as fuck, no cap. I looked at her being fascinated with my chains and smiled, yeah I'm still horny as fuck but I can't even deny that she's adorable as hell when she wants to be.

After a few minutes, she somehow she managed to find herself in my lap, straddling and facing me. Her eyes were red and I could tell she got high from second hand smoking, and the liquor didn't make it any better. I know her hangover tomorrow would be a killer. She connected her lips with me, automatically making us tongue kiss as I grabbed her hips and rocked them back and forth on my dick since that shit was beyond hard.

Krystal got the memo and started unbuckling my belt. Usually, I wouldn't stop a bitch, but this wasn't my normal driver and I wasn't trying to let Krystal's drunkness make her do shit she wouldn't normally do. The way she was kissing my neck and rubbing my dick through my boxers, I ain't give a fuck no more.